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402 pages, Paperback
Published November 4, 2023
“A line forms at Sabion’s side to tag team the brutal and exhaustive work of pumping his heart for him by throttling his sternum and cracking his ribs.”
“Not only did we break his ribs with chest compressions, probably puncturing his lungs, but he also undoubtedly breathed against the noose wrapped around his trachea, which drew fluid into his little lungs sacs instead of air from above.”
“ 'Do you like who you are?' I ask him.
He stiffens at my question and angles his rifle back on me.
'You can change,' I tell him.' ”
Back before the wars when I was a pathologist, San Francisco had one physcian for every one thousand people in the city. Neo SF had grown to more than fifteen thousand. There was only one physician for all those people. Doctor Elspeth Darrow.
I can no longer sleep because of the worry, but it's no longer a worry for the present which is already sealed - the story already written. Nor do I worry about my tragic past that the Hila came and stole from me. No, I worry for the world that comes after the relics of pre-war people are finally swept from the earth. I worry that we're on the cusp of reverse human evolution where clinical trials are replaced by witch trials. I fear I am a mere residue on glass - an airbrushed silhouette of a grasping hand reaching for the walls of ancient caves. We had one chance at civilization. I'm uncertain we deserve another.
"What were once were? People are the same now as they were then."
"Little by little, each human mind adds to the story of knowledge. Someone toils their whole lives trying to figure something out. They figure out maybe a millimeter of the problem, and the next generation takes it from there. Everyone is like one link in the chain of scientific knowledge."